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He lifted me up and carefully placed me back down on the couch beside Skylar. He then went into the kitchen to my medicine cabinet, how he knew where that cabinet was, was beyond me.

He then grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and brought me some aspirin. When I looked at him funny, he said, “For your headache, you were rubbing your temples. Drink the water and go to bed. Call me if you need me.”

I was looking down at the aspirin he put in my hand when I felt his finger under my chin to lift my head. “I mean it Lena, you call me.”

He brooked no room for argument, so I nodded.

I watched as he opened the door, locked it, and left. And with him went all the warmness I was feeling.

I let Skylar out into the backyard, took a hot shower, changed into my pajamas, a t-shirt, and boy shorts, let Skylar back in, and climbed into bed.

The moment I lay down, I grabbed my phone and texted Storm.

Me – Thanks Storm, I needed that.

Storm – I’ll always be here.

Me – K. Goodnight.

Storm – Goodnight, precious. I’ll see you soon.

I thought for a few moments about what that could mean, how soon? I didn’t think about it too long. As soon as Skylar jumped up on the bed, she cuddled into me, and we were both out like a light.

Chapter 8

Storm

Pissed? No, I was fucking livid. The one motherfucking time I get to be alone with that girl and hold her where she belongs something has to fucking come up.

Red called me as he passed her house and saw my bike. He didn’t give me any shit; I knew he wouldn’t.

I finally had some damn time to talk with Lena. One we needed to have or else I was going to blow my brains out because I couldn’t not have that girl.

I decided over the past couple of weeks, I wasn’t going to wait for that fucking sign from her.

No, I was going to lay all my cards down on the table and play my hand.

And I was going to fucking win.

I was still fucking pissed when I pulled into the clubhouse fifteen minutes later, usually the cool air will help but not tonight.

I got off my bike and stormed into the clubhouse.

The first thing I saw was Red’s shit-eating smile.

The fucker. If I didn’t respect him as much as I did, I’d knock his fuckin’ block off.

“Sorry man, but we gotta problem.” Funny, Red didn’t look all that sorry.

“Church,” I called out to my brothers as I walked into the room.

Hippie, along with the prospects and Cason, who had decided to go as well, had returned two days ago after helping Trident with his problem.

Once he returned, he ran his usual security rounds and his monthly sweep.

Taking my seat at the head of the table, all my brothers filed in. When the last man to arrive closed the door and took his seat, I slammed the gavel on the table.

Growling I said, “Church is in session. What have we got?”




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